Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Giggling, I nod. That sounds about right. Guiding him by the cock, I urge him back to the sofa and push him down. He falls with a playful bounce as I drop to my knees in front of him, running my hand up and down his length, feeling him exquisitely throb in my grip, running my hand up and down his length.
It’s such an adrenaline rush to finally have my hands on his cock, feeling him twitch with need from my touch. My ego is being raised from the frumpy mechanic girl into an utter sexual goddess, more beautiful than anyone else on the planet. Sure, it’s only Williams who’s looking at me like that, but his is the only opinion that matters to me now.
My grip on him is tight at first, my need overriding common sense. Just like when working on cars, sometimes things need a tender touch and not just brute force. I caress his cock, running the tips of my fingers up and down his form, looking at him as he twitches with need for me. I hear his quiet gasps, his moans, and I keep my hand going up and down his shaft.
I finally turn my attention to those big heavy balls of his, giving them a gentle massage before I bring them toward my lips. I suck on them tenderly, referencing internet videos and my imagination about doing this to Williams. Giving both balls equal care and attention, I run my tongue up the bottom of his shaft, the sensations making Williams shake with anticipation.
Giggling, I kiss him on the cockhead, teasing him with little licks there as I open my mouth for him. I’m going for it. I take him bit by bit, pushing myself, letting my tongue wrap around him, tasting each and every bit of his manliness. I surprise myself with how much of him I get down my throat, and really, with how much I like this.
Slurping, I start sucking good and proper, running his cock through my lips, twisting my licks, jerking him with my hand where my mouth is not. Up and down, hearing his groans of appreciation, watching him as his head drapes back, so overwhelmed with pleasure. Up and down I go, each cycle of mouth and cock meeting feeding my passion more and more. I want all of him. I want to taste him. I get little tastes of his seed dripping onto my tongue, encouraging me to keep going. To keep sucking. I want him to explode down my throat so damn bad.
Only for him to deny me. The bastard.
He pulls me abruptly by my ponytail. He’s panting and shaking his head. “You’re a fucking natural, Windy, but unlike you? If you make me cum I’m spent. And there’s so much more I want to do to you before then. I need to make love to you. Fuck you. Whatever you want to call it, I need it more than air itself.”
I nod. That sounds like a damn fine consolation prize if I can’t make him cum in my mouth.
I lean back on the sofa for him, my legs spread. I shoot him the most seductive gaze I can muster, but it leads to laughter for both of us. He’s still my best friend and we can’t help but realize how silly this is on some level. It’s all about the good times between us, and we can’t deny that this is definitely a good time.
His naked body is pressed against mine, and another powerful kiss between us leads to more. His cock rubs against my thigh, and I reach down and wrap my fingers around it, urging him toward my slit. I always wanted him to be my first, I realized tonight. I was just too much of a coward to admit it, let alone ask for it.
Williams does not deny me, his hard cock poking at my folds, finding its way to where it needs to go. He rubs my clit gently as he starts to push himself in, the sudden and powerful rush of entering me so intense. I gasp as I feel him overcome me, fill me so completely. The intense friction of my sex and his so intertwined, rubbing together, tickling me and making me want so much more.
It’s all so painless, it’s all so much greater than I ever imagined. There was always a part of me that feared my first time would be terrible, a let-down, painful like movies and TV taught me it could be. But Williams will never hurt me, and this is no exception to the rule.
“You’re so tight. So perfect. Why did we wait so long, Windy?”
It’s a question that I struggle to answer, my previous excuses seeming so pathetic in retrospect.
Soon, I’m moaning from him, the simple rhythm of him fucking me, of him rocking back and forth and shaking my entire form with each and every penetration. As I settle in, I go with the flow, I buck into him, meeting each and every thrust of his cock into me, leaving me singing for him so quickly. It’s so intense, better than even the beautiful tongue lashing he gave me earlier.